Last night I played the party game that involves writing famous people’s names on slips of paper and then trading papers with someone else. You then stick your piece of paper to your forehead (with a sizable gob of spit, or with tape if your own saliva is unappealing) and spend the next hour asking the rest of the group yes/no questions in order to guess which famous person you are.
Last night, the paper on my forehead said I was Dr. Emmett Brown.
And today. Today we saw this driving down the highway on our way to the Mall of America:
I guess I have a new calling.
“Wait a minute, Doc. Ah… Are you telling me that you built a time machine… out of a DeLorean?”
“The way I see it, if you’re gonna build a time machine into a car, why not do it with some style?”